Even though the man himself sat at the top of the bill, and The Who and Foo Fighters were people I’d definitely want to see at some point, across the vast amount of stages at one of the world’s essential festivals, it was massively disappointing for me personally. However, at Glastonbury, as everyone will tell you, the music is such a small part of the experience, and a woeful lineup is not enough to sabotage my Glasto.
Friday finally came round and as I’d already worked out from the lineup announcements, there were only a few acts I achingly wanted to see, hard to believe I know, but people like Peace, Catfish and The Bottlemen or Fuse ODG I couldn’t have less interest in seeing.
Unfortunately, opening Glasto for me was the bang-average James Bay, who isn’t exactly a disastrous performer, who happens to hide quite a voice, but when you’re performing on the Pyramid Stage at Glastonbury, at least kick your heels a bit for us James. Following on was the experimentally bizarre Gaslamp Killer Experience who tried best to provide eerie vibes from every corner of the earth, despite the pretty heavy rain. By the time Run The Jewels descended on West Holts immediately after, as El-P pointed out, they’d brought the sunshine with them, and gave us all a real kick with a solid bass-brimmed performance. Jungle was a nice surprise, and Mark Ronson had thousands singing along with a hit-filled, star-enlisting, funk-fired set, perfect to see us through to the end of Jamie xx’s finale of Loud Places.
Come Saturday Kanye was all anybody was thinking about, and an effortless performance from George Ezra, as well as impressive sets from the energetic Ella Eyre and the collected Clean Bandit, were perfect to see me through to Yeezy’s headline spot (full review here). Although I was disappointed to miss out on Jessie Ware, DJ EZ and Shy FX were perfect closers following Kanye West, who were more than willing to send me off into a bass-induced coma.
Sunday filled me with an air of optimism lineup wise, although it came at a cost. I had to sit through single-handedly the worst performance I think I’ll ever see- Hozier. An absolute bore-fest from beginning to end, with eerie clouds gathering above, and crowd energy on a steady decline, the last thing in the world I wanted to hear was some greasy-haired poser moan and ‘woah-oh’ for over an hour. I can’t even be bothered to comment on him further, as I can feel the life leaving me just recalling it.
Lionel Richie was a welcomed pick-me-up that packed the biggest crowd since Dolly Parton, and was a suitable transition to what the evening would bring. Jamie T brought it up a notch, or seven, and really blew me away, with not just his performance, but also his ability. Then I was faced with every festival goer’s worst nightmare- clashes. My options were FKA Twigs and Flying Lotus, two acts I particularly want to see, or The Chemical Brothers, the only act on the lineup besides Kanye I wanted to see. I went with The Chemical Brothers and it could be one of the best descisions I’ve made in a long time. I’ll spare you the details as you really do need to see it for yourself, but not only did they make me ‘forget’ about one of the biggest rappers in the world right now, but they rank as one of the greatest performances I’ve ever seen.
Glastonbury 2015 had a woeful lineup. More indie rock than anyone would ever know what to do with, and Rudimental, Charli XCX, Pharrell, Paloma Faith, Years and Years and La Roux made it look like a V Festival lineup. However, it possessed a lot of surprises from the likes of Clean Bandit, Jungle and Jamie T, as well as solid outings from Lionel Richie and Kanye West, not to mention a jaw-dropping finale from The Chemical Brothers.
Another weekend to remember.